"All right, let's go people! Line up!" he yelled."I think this guy was a camp counselor for way too long," Richard whispered to Emily. She sniggered a...d nodded as they filed into the museum.As soon as they entered the museum, Emily, Sandra and Richard broke off and headed in a different direction than the others. The museum was organized roughly chronologically, Emily announced. She had again secured the map for the afternoon. The way they were going to walk, they would see everything backwards. I lay as I am while I wait to find out what you are going to do next. The waiting is unbearable and every second feels like a minute. I hear the door open and I'm not sure if you have left or not. Suddenly I feel a pair of hands on my thighs that are slowly stroking up and down, as light as a feather so I can barely feel them. They slowly move from my ankles to the tops of my thighs and underneath each arse cheek to slowly begin the ascent to the bottom of my legs again. As the hands reach. The next thing she knew, Sir Louie was bouncing his semi-erect cock in her face and she had to open her mouth to succor him inside. The scent of the servant girl was still manifest and it made her want to gag but she fought off that reaction and sucked him into a fine state of complete hardness and he was once again ready to take his pleasure.This time she raised her hips up high and presented him with alternate targets of both pussy and bum and he had the option of choosing which one he. Perhaps she had ducked out of further intimacies to contemplate the display of male genitals. How complex! Never again could she think of a penis as simply a ramming cylinder.Now she took Howard's handiwork, examined the bell end, then the small rubber bulb. She brought it down to her split and dipped the bell into the juiciness of the vaginal mouth, then slid it up to her limp clit.She thought, Goodness, it will be like stuffing a worm through a keyhole!But her clit came to her aid, arousing.